A fun yet exhausting, child-free weekend in Warsaw. Again, I travel somewhere only to forget to be a tourist.
Because it's Carnival season, I have a story about the time I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, and things didn't go exactly as planned. But not in the sexy, fun way.
The first month in a year of reading marginalized voices--my own sort of protest song.
A post-election weekend in Budapest helps me find hope in a world that seems hopeless.
We all deserved better from this election, but no one more so than Hillary Clinton. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Two very belated awards, also I didn't nominate anyone else, whoops! Listen to these songs though, because they're awesome.
That one time I came to Norway to swing and I forgot to be a tourist.
There will be a lot of vodka, pork products, and terrible music, yet somehow it's a wonderful time. Be prepared.
Some people want to travel forever, but after a month and a half of country-hopping, I am more than happy to be back home in Poland.
Find yourself bored in LA on a Sunday night? Put on your dancing shoes, get out to Echo Park and get your disco on!